Shielding from the light, I wanted to finally ask
The consuming revelations a question:
Why me?
But all they ever do is chuckle these
Deep rumbles colored too much
For heather,
To be prominent with no tangerine,
Or lilac,
But dandelions?
They grind them through their teeth
Till reality becomes more than
An ellipses
Of golden values.
We never tattooed ourselves successfully
Because we are pencils tracing our minimal time
Who can only
find a smile through that one
wave of future
in this vast ocean of reality.
At the top of the stairs a little girl stood,
holding her plush giraffe and a blank expression.
Her eyes were locked below at her parents hushed
conversation about the news.
A little girl...
America is not make up of one flag
and should never resort to a statement otherwise.
I saw
many flags
that represent you and me
and US because
we are made up of
gay,
queer,
trans,
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